Home

Home A place of me. A brother, a mother, a father, a sister my family. A place where I am safe. A place I know. A place I love. A place where I belong, Where I wake up in a cozy bed with a black cat snuggled at my feet. Where I feel free to let my creativity flow wild like a river. Where what I say matters. Where I read books of fantasy or with wisdom from long long ago. Where my pencil flows on blank sheets of paper ready to be written on. Where I am loved, needed, joy, safe. Where I am mad,sad,frustrated or at peace. Someone once asked what home means to me. I think this is what it might be. By Me Sofia Ali